Unanswered Knocks

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My friend,

You push me away when you need me most

Why does tragedy make you hide from love?

I want to give you what most don’t have

Support

But your isolated grief closes the door

Bolts the lock

So outside of your house

I stand

Clutching the flower I bought

To remind you of new life

I watch the raindrops fall

Hitting your window

Now rolling down my heart

When you lock yourself away

We both lose out on friendship

Your pain goes untended;

My knocks go unanswered

-Juaquina She

New Cities

 

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Looking down the empty path

I realize some journeys I must take alone

Releasing the anxiety and embracing uncertainty

Standing firmly on what was promised

I take my first step

Into a new world

A new season

I leave everything else behind

The pain, the regret, the rejection

The joy, the people, the memories

I let them all go

Keeping my eyes straight ahead

I let go of the past

I am ready for what will be


Original words by Juaquina She

Always Remember…

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Photocred: Me. Juaquina Carter

I am like this plant.

Growing where they told me I couldn’t

Through the darkness

Flourishing where there is no soil

Where there was once concrete ceilings

I must have saw opportunity

My existence is a miracle

Not to be taken for granted

For where there is life

There is a purpose

Do you hear that, self?

Where there is breath

There is life

And where there is life

There is purpose.

So don’t forget that you are

Something rare

Something phenomenal

In Between Creativity

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Like finishing a series on Netflix

Wondering what will fill your empty time now

Wondering what could possibly capture your attention

After having invested your energy into six seasons of one story line

So it is after completing a project

Waiting for the next bout of inspiration to hit you

Twiddling your thumbs

And ignoring the fear that maybe

You will never partner with another idea so great

That you might not ever see

Another project come together so seamlessly

In between creativity

Is the empty space of waiting

And dammit,

I hate waiting.

Remember It’s Okay

What you feed is what you create.

But what about when I don’t feel like being positive?

When rainbows and sunshine make me want to vomit.

When I turn my head in pessimism

I need to know it’s okay to have a bad day.

And that five bad days in a row is not an omen,

But an awning of human emotion.

Tell me, I am okay,

Because the T.V. screen paints it as weak,

Labels you depressed when you see no need to rise.

Some days are harder to get out of bed.

Some days I am a different version of myself.

That does not mean my personalities have split in two.

Aren’t we allowed to be layered

And textured?

I know I have a right,

And feelings change shape by the minute.

But writing it

Makes me remember

That I am not okay

But I will be.

And that’s okay.

 

Dirt

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I built a beautiful house

On a foundation not meant for standing

So I crumbled

Fell on a ground not meant for walking

So I crawled

To what saves me

I sought out what heals me

There I found new soil

Meant for planting

Meant for expansion

It was right there-It is here

Where I find my strength to stand again

To rise again

I find my legs and use them to work again

I constructed something

That took years to build

And seconds

To fall

And now?

With a glad heart

I start again

Mixtape Poetry: Be a Poem

In a world full of calloused hearts

And ulterior motives

Be passionate

Be authentic

In a generation known for building walls

Be transparent

Feel every emotion

Be rage

Be disappointment

So that you can be the evolution

So that you can be the joy

The rainbow at the conclusion

Of a storm

In a world that falls back

And falls short of human connection

That fails terribly

At fostering communities

Be open to varying opinions

Be accepting of freedom of choice

Be gentle with yourself

And your neighbor

Be full

Be raw

Be hope for a new day

Be sadness during darkness

Be exposure to all that is the human experience

Be the embodiment of life

In a world full of empty words

Be a poem.

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Mixtape Poetry: Self Care

And tonight

I choose myself

Tonight I decide

I’m going to love myself

I have declared this before

Except this time I realize

Love is not a noun

There is action to be taken

Tending to my own needs

Nurturing the soil of my soul

Cultivating the ground for growth

 

Pouring into my cup

Wisdom

Pouring until it spills over

Tenderness

Tonight I choose to pay attention

To the language of my own body

What is it saying?

The foreign tongue of my emotions

What are they reflecting

About the world around me?

 

Tonight I choose me

Under the stars

I see my own reflection

In the faint light of the distant moon

I stand looking for no one

Waiting on no one

Because I am all I need

Sitting in the echoes of my essence

Basking in the ambience of my being

 

Tonight?

I choose me.

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